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A.M. (Free verse) by renwick How could I forget, Her or Her
For the language of love is also the
Language of torture
Staring at a rose bush as it slowly dies
Or a sparrow carrying a cigarette butt back
To use in building a nest
Pain lies in every passion
Although I'd love to
I cannot forget
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